December 21st

It began as fun, lighthearted

And for no particular reason

From back when it all started

I have found a little cohesion

I’ve learnt that mental health

If worked at, can be achieved

Personal gain and wealth

Appear when you start to believe

I wondered, if too much, I was tackling

Approaching a task, this intense

The possibility of this actually happening

Would be left to daily suspense

So what do I take from this procedure?

What lessons do I think I have learned?

That everyone can be a teacher

And it’s not always bad to be burned

Forgive me if you think it’s a lecture

It’s my first attempt, first occasion

It’s merely my primary conjecture

It’s not meant as pushy persuasion

I hope you’ve enjoyed my poetry trail

I hope you have shared in the laughter

I hope that my book is a fairytale

And it lives happy ever after

December 20th

I have friends from different walks

Friends in constant juxtaposition

But there is one man, when he talks

I always make time to listen

His talent,positivity and his drive

To the highest heights have grown

And my fire, that's been lit inside

Was sparked by the match of his own

You'll never hear a negative

He'll always be uplifting

He's heavily hyper active

With constant project drifting

He doesn't swear and doesn't drink

But always buys a round

He give his peers cause to think

with actions quietly profound

His belief and his lust for life

Are matched by a winning format

That when he sharpens his knife

He kills what he takes a stab at

You've earnt all you're going to have

I'm blessed to have a friend so true

The fact is, The Year of the Gav

Wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for you

December 19th

I was just a young boy, sitting on my fathers knee

talking about the future and where I'd like to be

We sit and talk for hours until and in the background music played

That music would surround me, and in my mind it's stayed

I flicked through his collection, he hum me every line

He sit there and he'd tell me that what was his was mine

I've kept that memory with me and never will I lose it

And everyday, with songs they play, I remember daddies music

I play those songs, bring back memories strong, when I'm feeling homesick

they were great times, but I can't rewind, to hear my daddies music

Another time that I'd go back, if you could grant my wishes

Is after dinner, plates are stacked, my mother washing dishes

We help out as much we could, by putting things away

I thought back then the tunes no good, but I love them all today

I've kept that memory with me and never will I lose it

And everyday, with songs they play, I remember mothers music

And as I'm getting old myself, and my tastes have all expanded

I look upon my CD shelf, and see the music I've been handed

I do not see the songs and bands, my memories are all I see

I can feel their loving hands in the music they gave to me

So if I have a young boy and he sits upon my knee

I can share the music that my parents gave to me

December 18th

I've impressed this year, I've impressed myself

I've excelled and expanded my mental health

I've stuck to a task and seen it completed

Not won the race, but at least I competed

I can see the finish and the land promised

I've been more open, pure and honest

I've explained each time when I felt exertion

I've feel I've become a much better person

I found myself better each time I explored

And thankfully found that I'm not fatally flawed

I've written well when I've been on empty

And not given up when my demons tempt me

I've been controlled in all situations

And dug even deeper when brain took vacations

I've acted and reacted in a constructive way

And I said something about nothing to say

I've was all alone as I stuttered and stumbled

Picked up politely by pals and felt positively humbled

In my wildest dreams I never thought of succeeding

This year has been great and thank you for reading

December 17th

On a London street, a Christmas bell rings

A star shines over, our stories, three kings

One a writer who's writing was random

One an actor as cool as Camden

One, a film maker talented and tall

When bought together, geniuses all

The lights, the season and festivities

Only help increase productivity

And Christmas, like our friends here

Only happens once a year

For our trio, London couldn’t be more pleased

As it rewards them for opportunities ceased

Their just rewards of jovial jollity

They feel the full force of festive frivolity

Time passed quickly talking of times past

Colourful times they compare and contrast

The greatest of times made better by lights

One time, three kings, putting the world to rights

December 16th

What if nothing changes?

What if it all stays the same?

What if all these exchanges

Are only ever in vein.

It’s all just scribbles on a page

I’m a poet with no bookings

Like a punch in my rib cage

Just when I wasn’t looking

Too many times I started something

With so many great ideas

Don’t become a meaningless fling

Forgotten over the years

I know that it’s all down to me

It’s how I choose to spend my time

Dutiful daily diary devotee 

And reap rewards that are mine

Even when I finished writing

There’s still so much more to do

I hope its hard work that I’m inciting

And this time I’ll see it through

The first thing that I’ve completed

Don’t underestimate the part you play

At least I can say I competed

And progressed more than half way

December 15th

My year has been a remarkable one

As I gloss over everything I've done

I'm proud of all the yarns I've spun

Now it’s nearly finished

I think back to my humble beginning

When I had just started spinning

With no thought of actually wining

My desire did not diminish

Although I may have said this before

My tiny mind is getting sore

I’m patiently waiting at the stage door

With thoughts that it might open

I walk the streets and hand out flyers

And talk to the prospective buyers

These are my dreams and my desires

Who knows, but here’s hoping

Whatever happens in the New Year

Whichever direction my new career

This will always be honest and sincere

Something I’ll constantly have

In the future when at desk and chair

I’ll think back to my first writing affair

I’ll be proud of my daily diary despair

I’ve loved, The Year of the Gav.